Little Blue Ox saw how quickly Eryao was working, much more deftly than itself and with more spells at its disposal, and it felt so ashamed that it lowered its head, "Moo..."
"Your envy is useless. Without any inheritance or a clan, and simply lucky to have been born in your master's space, you should be grateful for the cultivation you've achieved. But you should also work hard and help out more with the chores," Eryao grumbled while it worked, noticing how idly Little Blue Ox stood by, which somewhat soured its mood.
"Moo..."
What else could Little Blue Ox do? It had to help with the chores!
When they were tired from working, they returned to their master's side to rest. Eryao cooked another pot of rice, gave their master some water to drink, and then fed him some of the rice.
Watching the food automatically slide down their master's throat, which meant he was absorbing it, was proof that he was in the process of healing.
After feeding their master, Eryao ate as well.
